Now within the homebrew campaign; that recently I was apart of, I played an aging Cow-puncher ( Cowboy) who rode with an bunch of adventurers to stop the awnry skunk known as the demon countess Azrea, and now will forever be known as the dragonfly from my dnd group, due too my draconic Rodeo shenanigans.
Franklin McCreary was an elderly human cowboy with leathery sun bleached skin, and was giant within the standards of his race. While sporting greyish raven black hair alongside with a deep vertical scar across his face. Old Frank was one of the best damn Cow-punchers upon this side of the Emerald river, and was known for his rattlesnake like temper. Yet as his party would come to know him as the unyielding heroic cowboy who stood up for those who couldn't themselves.
For old frank was an Silver valley man, and with his trusty rawhide could rope just about anything; while, riding upon a pretty little black pony known as black berries. Now I was joining halfway through the campaign after one of the earlier players dropped out, and my friend the dm needed another player for balancing reasons. So as the party journeyed through the frontier of Tellemiu. Old Frank was driving his herd of cattle through goblin territory.
We met within the town of Ravenwood. After the dragon my party was hunting. Had killed my horse, and slaughter most of my herd; while having the tenacity to start mocking me. Being that the black dragon did indeed insult my late horse, my temper took my better judgment, and I punched ahole within my rope while I swung my rope hard and true catching the overgrown horny toad by its horns. While rolling an natural twenty against its Nat one grapple. Oh boy did that dragon give one hell of an wale, as old frank started to ride it like a bucking bronco.
Meanwhile within the town of Ravenwood. My party was bummed out for not being able to find the dragon that was killing the local ranchers' livestock, and was about to call it an day. Until they caught wind of a site; that they could hardly believe too be true, and watched as a old cowboy rode upon the back of the dragon; while waving his hat within one hand, and holding makeshift rains in the other. Was yelling within the background." Yeehaw!! Get along little doggie!!" While the dragon did everything within its power to shake the Cow-puncher from its back.
Now the dragon had landed within the town's square, and started raising hell while the old Cow-puncher continued to ride on the bucking d
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Is it just another word for "cowboy" or there's a difference?
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